A stunning appointment!

"For our next appointment, if you might...not wear the buttplug when I'm going to be examining your glute region, it would be appreciated. Your sister and girlfriend may come, but at the very least, no more surprises."

Those were the final words of the doctor at your appointment. Altogether, it was a blurry appointment to recollect in your mind, atleast after the fact. You remember pulling up the clinic, at the very least.

The receptionist had been chatting with Carrie, and you, not ready to be jumped, girlishly yelped when a pair of hands grabbed you from behind. Grabbing your chest from behind, specifically. Without skipping a beat, the hands, looking distinctly feminine, began to **** your DD-cup breasts, seeming to pay special attention to the nipples. It isn't till Carrie turns around and stops the hands that you realize who your molester is - Emily. Carrie looks...somewhat guilty.

"I was just running errands nearby, and saw my broth-...sisters car nearby. I just had to check to make sure she was okay." Your sister says. You don't believe the lie for a second.

You don't get the time to question it, and are brought back to the doctor's examination room, your doctor sitting there as if waiting for you. This time, he seems more prepared for Carrie's madness, but doesn't seem so at ease with Emily. Once you permit her to be in the room for your examination, he proceeds.

"Sweatshirt first. We'll be doing your chest first." Your shyness is gone, but, due to your rock solid hard-on (Emily's teasing hadn't help), you require a bit of assistance to get the bra off. The doctor grits his teeth harshly when your bra eventually falls down.

"I should have never told you not to touch your chest. These are, I assume, incredibly...." The second his finger pokes one, and his forceps pluck another, you moan deliriously, pre-cum leaking from your cock. "...sensitive. Alright, well, all's well that end's well. Far be from me to tell you the sensitivity you can handle."

Emily speaks up, stepping up from cradling her belly, and Carrie sits back. Is she...discreetly recording? Oh Jesus, you hope not.

"Doc...I..." Emily says lackadasically.

"Doctor." He replies firmly.

"Right. Doctor." Emily says with a scoff. "My sister, well, she is obviously toying with her nipples because there's something missing from them. She's missing...a certain production of a...certain liquid. I don't think her significant other would ever do something to harm these beauties!" Emily steps up, taking the initiative to harshly pull your nipple.

Carrie grins like a cat. She coyly replies. "No, I'd never. She's just been playing with them frequently. I do wonder why..."

"W-wait, that is-..." You began to reply, before feeling another tug, and beginning to crest in your orgasm. The Doctor doesn't pay you much mind.

"Well, much for her benefit, and I don't imagine either of your benefits, I was able to secure a few different chemicals. Lactation is the focus of one. I will warn you though, we..."

Carrie waves her hand. "No need for warnings, right honey?"

The Doctor rubs his temple. "Fine. Advise. These chemicals, they're, well going to mess with you mentally. Increasing lactation production, that's a serious ask. Your body might be tricked into feeling its becoming pregnant, or it might just be sensitive to...maternal things. Don't be around any crying babies."

Emily's eyes seem to fill with a loving adoration for the Doctor. "Oh, lovely. Can I help?"

Emily, just like Carrie in the appointment before, has her help refused. You end up doggy-style on the examination table once more, and once again, feel like a pin-cushion. A direction injection or two in the lower part of your breasts (no longer can you call them pecs), some in your cheeks, some more in you arm. And that's before you'd even asked about your ass. The Doctor lets Emily speak before turning to you.

"Can we get something to ensure there's....no stretch marks? I got something along those lines for my pregnancy." The Doctor nods and scribbles down a prescription.

"Yes, just pick this up at a local pharmacy. Should be applied two to three times a day. And don't apply it on the nipples." Both Carrie and Emily look like wolves. "No, actually, it might cause a blockage. Not anything, uh, fun. It's cream for breasts."

"Now, onto the actual reason for this visit. Your...lovely...girlfriend..." He has to hide his dislike of Carrie under a veneer of professionalism. "Was mentioning you wanting a 'huge Brazilian mom booty' to my receptionist."

Your blush turns almost comical. You look down in shame as your cock begins to silently erupt in your own panties, the room filling with your humiliation filled gasps and groans, from your hands free orgasm. The doctor leaves for a second, returning with a nurse, as if a ward of protection.

"Lets get on with it then." He says, putting you on your back, before sighing. "For our next appointment, if you might...not wear the buttplug when I'm going to be examining your glute region, it would be appreciated. Your sister and girlfriend may come, but at the very least, no more surprises."

"Yes s-sir..." You meekly mewl back, feeling his hand grab your ass tissue roughly, the nurse's softer hands making it jiggle a bit.

"Right, so, well, a BBL would work for this. I assume you want more than that?" He gives your ass an unmedical smack, then returns to his swivel chair. "You can pull your pants up now."

You lay there, resting on the examination table, ass out for the world. Your breasts lie on the table lovingly, the medicinal feeling of the room lessened as your nipples harden. The panties, clean when you'd come in, are not cum soaked, and drippling slightly on the table. If the nurse seems annoyed by the debauchery, she doesn't say a word, instead letting you speak. You'd spent your time researching for this appointment. You knew getting the fattest, most brood mother like hips, would require some work. Breasts were easy in comparison.

The Doctor listens to you describe in explicit detail the sort of ass you want, while he scribbles down note after note. Eventually, you finish, and he speaks up.

"While, anything else?" It breaks the silent tension in the room and makes the room filled with feminine giggles. "On a serious note, the hardest part about that will be the hips. You don't just want a bit of work, you want absolutely a different set of hips. That'll take some time. Real surgery, too. But...I'm certain we can find someone who will take your hips, even if its not right away. In the meantime, we could get you in for a surgery tomorrow to make them wider with some spacers. Now, for your back region..." He presses down on your bottom. "We'll have to begin getting you on more hormones. We have some...more esoteric and less tried methods too. I'm sure Janice, our nurse, would love to help you get in shape too."

Janice, you realize, looks innocently wicked. It's a study in contradictions. "A sort of shape, I suppose. We'll get you a diet designed to maximize booty growth. Now, if you all will follow me..."

It's only for a second, but you realize you're nude in the hallway, before throwing on a patient gown. Following behind the nurse, you are eventually brought to a room with a TV, where you lay down on another table, before beginning to feel woozy. Emily and Carrie are talking, but you're dizzy, completely unable to hear them. You look back, and realize what's happening...

A large apparatus has suctioned itself onto your ass, while Janice seems to operate some headphones. It's a totally abnormal feeling - at once, a pleasant buzz, in another second, its a tugging which hurts the syringe marks on your ass. You don't really have time to contemplate the things as they put headphones on you, and something pops up on the TV.

"Hi team, my name's Trisha, and today we'll be covering an important topic for many of you - what TEN foods will make your BOOTY GROW? Listen up as we dive into the science, and get you actionable resu...."

The spunky athletic trainer overtakes your head as you stare straight ahead, feeling pin pricks and more on your behind, as you fade away, feeling incredibly....tired. Quinoa was a good fo-...

Darkness.

***

You wake up in your car, not quite certain how you got there, but quite certain that Emily was in it with you. You were quite aware of how much your tits and ass hurt though, but just as you were going to feel yourself up, your sister strikes up a conversation with you. You're not quite sure what you're talking about, staring at her chest as you are, but by the time you try to think up a question to ask her, you're home. Carrie's there, waiting for you, slapping your enhanced backside, causing it to wobble, as you stumble onto your bed, passing out into the sweet realm of sleep before even hitting the pillow.

***

Carrie doesn't have to shake you awake. You wake up, performing your duties, making you both breakfast, arranging her clothes for the day. After breakfast, Carrie smiles as you, and speaks up.

"Ready for your appointment?" She questions.

"Appointment. For...?" You question back. You still hadn't had time to look in the mirror, or ask Carrie what had happened yesterday, but as you eat your meal prepped food (when had that gotten there?), you start to wonder what you'd agreed to.

"Oh, come on dear, enough being a silly bimbo. Let's go!"

You don't even have time to take off your SIZE QUEEN choker. You're out the door in the attire Carrie had laid out for you....and god are you H O R N Y.